“Just before she left Constantinople she saw him in Stamboul by chance. She said that he had the dreadful appearance that men have when they are entirely dominated by physical things.”
“Dion!” she said.
And there was sheer amazement in her voice now.
After an instant she added:
“I don’t believe it. It wasn’t Dion.”
“I must tell you something more,” said Father Robertson painfully. “Lady Ingleton knows that your husband has been unfaithful to you; she knows the woman with whom he has been unfaithful. That unfaithfulness continues. So she affirms. And in spite of that, she asks me whether you can know how much your husband loves you.”
While he had been speaking he had been looking down. Now he heard a movement, a rustling. He looked up quickly. Rosamund was going towards the door.
“Please—don’t—don’t!” she whispered, turning her face away.
And she went out.
Father Robertson did not follow her.